Title: Sweat
Author: Moonshayde
Season: Any
Category: Humor, Pre-slash, Vignette
Spoilers: None
Pairing/Character: Jack/Teal'c
Summary: Sometimes
you have to sweat for what it's worth.
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: Written for Gateship challenge.
Disclaimer:
Stargate, Stargate SG-1 and all of its characters, titles, names, and
back-story are the property of MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, Gekko
Productions, SciFi Channel, and Showtime/Viacom. All other characters, the
story idea and the story itself are the sole property of the author. This story
cannot be printed anywhere without the sole permission of the author. Realize this is for entertainment purposes
only; no financial gain or profit has been gained from this fiction. This story
is not meant to be an infringement on the rights of the above-mentioned
establishments
Jack exhaled, slowing his
body to a stop. He glanced down at his watch. Not bad, he thought. He'd shaved
off another few seconds from his best time.
Though, his mood quickly
soured when he noticed Teal'c standing in the middle of the track, his hands
clasped behind his back, his eyes shining with mild amusement. Calm, cool,
collected – and more importantly not touched with one iota of sweat or grime – Teal'c
had obviously been standing there for longer than a few seconds.
"No one likes a
show-off," Jack muttered, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand as
he approached Teal'c.
Teal'c continued to smile.
"Are you not impressed with my stamina, O'Neill?"
"Oh, I'm
impressed," Jack said. He waved his hand, urging Teal'c to throw him the
towel he had draped over his broad shoulder. "But then there is the thing
about the bragging."
Teal'c chuckled, or at least
came as close to a Jaffa ever seemed to come to it. He held out the towel. Just
as Jack was about to grab it, Teal'c took a step forward, sweeping the towel
over his forward and down his cheek.
Jack frowned, surprised when
his normal instinctive drive to pull back didn't come into play. Instead, he
found himself still, allowing Teal'c to gently wipe the sweat from his face.
When he was finished, Jack just stared at him.
Teal'c didn't say a word.
"Is this some Jaffa
ritual thing?" Jack finally asked.
"No."
Jack stared at him some
more.
"Is this a problem,
O'Neill?" Teal'c asked, tilting his head as he raised an eyebrow.
Jack thought about it for a
moment. And thought. And thought until he started to see Teal'c's smile dip.
He'd always been a decisive
man. But it didn't mean he couldn't enjoy making Teal'c sweat.
Finally, he broke from his
reverie and a sly smile crept across his lips. He saw it reflected in Teal'c's
face as well.
"Shall we begin
again?"
The End
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